Each man—so the nations believe—is given a guardian angel with protective wings. Why marvel then, Leonora, if you have even a greater privilege? After all, the sound of your voice declares the presence of God. God — or at least the third mind — having left heaven, hides in your throat and slowly accustoms people to immortal sounds. If God is in all things and is everywhere, he still speaks only through you, while he remains silent in everyone else.